Cambio made a half-hearted gesture of farewell.
With a great bark, the man humming burst loudly into song.
“The wicked wolf, the slithering snake, the roaring bear, wandering through the wasteland, inviting death. They devour. They hunger. But still in fear they cower. White Ghost. White Ghost. Through snow and rain. White Ghost. White Ghost. Blood on his hands. Demons in his soul. White Ghost. White Ghost.”